[Z-Ro]
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I ain't having none of that riff-raff, so act like you know that I ain't friendly
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Treat everybody I come across, like they wanna put something in me
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Like some lead, or if I'm moving weight they might set me up with the FEDs
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But to a boy done shed, I'm one deep trying to get bread
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And I'm one deep when I bust heads, cause I'm not gonna tell on me
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When a snitch be rolling with you, you headed to felony
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I ain't ready to do 85 percent, of nobody's time
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So I keep's it gangsta when I'm boss hogging, and solo when I grind
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A-R 1-5, AK-56 plus one
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It's multiple homicide, if I happen to touch one
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You niggaz gon learn, or you niggaz are gon burn
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It get hotter than lava, when it come down to the dolla
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And I gotta have it, by any means necessary
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Guaranteed to see a million, before the cemetery
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So I keep on watching, and my 4-4 keep on cocking
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If my folks keep on droppin, B-O double P-E-R's keep on boppin I ain't stoppin
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[Hook]
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We ain't, having none of that bullshit
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Represent till I die Hiram-Clarke, Mo City my hood bitch
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Get out of dodge, cause we ain't no play thang
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See me and (Lil Head nigga) keeping it gangsta, all day mayn
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[Lil Head]
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In my life I keep it gangsta, all day
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In my life, I could peep a wanksta a mile away
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In my life, I trust me and nobody else
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That's why I walk around with a nine, tucked in my belt
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Don't let the small size fool you, try to play me for weak
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Cause I pull this four pound bar, and blaze at your beat
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You got niggaz I got niggaz, but my niggaz the best
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See my niggaz all my niggaz, is guerillas with techs
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Lil Head the 4"3' giant, respect my name
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In order to live a longer life, you gotta respect the game
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Now listen mayn, I'm trying to tell you some' for your own good
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See I'm the type of nigga, have you bailing out your own hood
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I'm a General a Sergeant, no need to start this
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Rumble in the field with a lion, cause I'm raw bitch
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I'm raw regardless, whether it's four to one
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Cause the pop from the glock, I know it's gonna go through one
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[Hook]
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[Z-Ro]
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I'm not your kin folk, so I suggest you get out of dodge
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1-25 road raging, ready to get out and squab
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Too many problems in my life, I just can't handle the stress
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Niggaz be trying to kill me, damn near dismantling my vest
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But I can take it, cause I dish it out, you got your gun
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I got my gun and I'm busting, before you get a chance to whoop it out
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A soldier, folding up a motherfucker what he need for me
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Either with a gun or with a fist, anyway it go I'm still gon fold him
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What you thought I was, a fraud a hoe a punk
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Don't make me make you say oh Lord, shut the fuck up
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I handle my bidness, and then I move around in the night
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So much codeine, it feel like I got a pound of the Sprite
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So keep my temper calm, collective and cool
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Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes
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To keep my temper calm, collective and cool
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Cause I might ignite and go off, and leave nothing but your shoes
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[Hook]
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Ain't Havin None Of That Bullshit
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| Z-Ro |
